The Tea Party

My name is Elizabeth I’m a rich billionaire and and owner of a huge designer fashion company how ever I wasn’t always this way growing up i lived on a simple farm and all i had was my mother and father who both cared for me deeply but later on when i was just 8 years old my mother died in a tragic car accident i always wished that i cold find who did it but nonetheless I’ve grieved and moved on but now i am sure my mother would be proud of the woman I’ve become while in my office my assistant Maryanne knocked on the door come in i answered she opened the door and said sorry to bother there was some letter for you in the mail i was confused i had never received a letter i asked well don’t eep me in suspense who is it from she answered I don’t know there no name just an address i grabbed the letter and thanked her she waved goodbye and shut the door i tuned it around and read the address as i read a unfamiliar writing i open the letter it was one of my old colleagues from the groceries store i worked at when i was 16 he wrote that he too had become successful and wanted to invite me for some tea and even my best friend was going to be there i was thrilled and wrote back agreeing to the party the day of the party i wore my favorite black silk dress red heels and my mothers pearl necklace i fixed my hair and headed to my escort when I arrived everyone was in lavish accessories and clothing just as i expected when I enter the estate i found my colleague and as well as my best friend I hugged my best friend Evelyn and waved to my colleague David as dinner came i sat at the same table with them both as i chatted with them both i was telling hem about the only memory of my mother which Evelyn remembered as well i told them that we were in a filed picking her favorite flower daisies then she gave me one and put it in my hair i laughed and giggled because I sneezed all day because i was all rigid to daises but Evelyn looked at me with a confused face i asked what was wrong and she said that i had never been to pick daises i went for strawberries she knew because the next day i gave her a basket of strawberries i was shocked the reason i had loved daises the reason i even put up with my allergies because i thought that was the last memory of my mother and now it was all a lie I stuttered and said I need to go freshen up when I entered the bathroom I called my father in the bathroom stall he answered hello I answered dad he replied what wrong daisy a name he called me because of my mother I asked him dad didn’t me and mom ever go to a daisy field and she put a daisy in my hair and that’s how we found out I’m allergic to daises of course honey I remember but dad we picked strawberries he said he knew I asked him why didn’t you tell me he replied I never had the heart to correct you I was furious I yelled saying how could you it was the only thing of my mother the only memory I had left and you just made me have it wrong I hung up the phone and headed back to the dining table i thanked Evelyn for correcting me I thought in my head that even she has the heart to tell me unlike my father during the banquet I couldn’t stop thinking what else have I remembered wrong so I pretended to have an urgent meeting and walked out the door I told my escort to my fathers house when I arrived my father tried to hug me I refused I said I want the truth he sighed and said alright we showed me the the living room couch and said to sit down I asked him did mom even really die from a car accident he signed and said no she died from a terminal illness I was shocked but remained my calm but why did you tell me she died in a car accident he said your mother thought you were to young to understand so the day she died we told you see died in a car accident I was confused but mostly angry why why lie why fake it he sighed I wanted to tell you but as you grew older it grew harder and harder to tell you I got up and said well don’t worry you can keep your secrets ill find out myself or by someone else I entered my car and never looked back I was angry but kept my calm my father in the end told me everything but while I am still trying to forgive him at least know I know the truth eventually I forgave my father but he still has some truths to tell me like what disease did she die of and many other things one day as I sat in my office Maryanne came into my office another letter I said she nodded at left it on my desk she closed the door and I opened it it was my father sending me photos of me as a child with my mother he was old fashioned and never used a phone I smiled and wrote back thanking him for the letter and thanking him for giving me the truth I put the photos on my desk and I giggle every time I see them and now I am thankful for the invite because otherwise I would never had found out the truth